Georgia's POV:

He's gone. The bed beside me is empty. My hand instinctively reaches out for him as if it he's just out of reach, except he's not.

The hospital around me is bustling with energy. It's morning and light is streaming in through the window. Logic says its morning and he's probably gone to work.

I rub my hand across my eyes as I look around the room for any clues at all, hoping against my common sense that he might not have left after all. On the side table ...